The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 129: Stealing a glimpse

The carriages’ wheels span faster as the horses could now pull them without any barriers after the bumpy, rocky roads had passed.

Leaning against the carriage wall, Joanna closed her eyes while listening to the rhythm of horses’ hooves striking the paved road. Since their surroundings were predominated by the limited presence of light, which limited her visibility, it was the only thing she could do while counting the time to arrive at the inn.

But Joanna soon opened her eyes and pulled away from the carriage wall when sleepiness returned, almost taking over her consciousness once again.

Letting out a sigh, Joanna rubbed her eyes, as if trying to wake them up so that she would not get back to sleep as the inn would be reached anytime soon.

Aside from that, she was worried that if she had gone into a deep slumber like a dead log once again, someone would carry her inside the inn rather than waking her up.

Turning her head, Joanna looked at the sleeping man, who had not woken up yet.

Was he so tired that it made him sleep unmoving like that? Joanna questioned in her mind.

He might be very tired, as he had not had enough rest since he met her in person. Heading to Seidel, West Lane Mountain, and even now to the capital.

Although he was now not riding Thunder so that he could rest during the long journey, for the first two long journeys he had ridden Thunder, which was surely more exhausting compared to sitting in the carriage. It was Joanna’s thought.

Far before that, he had even taken a very long journey, which took weeks, from his homeland to Terra.

Joanna answered her own question while keeping her eyes on the face of the sleeping man, who could not be clearly seen due to the lack of light settling in the carriage at the moment.

What she could capture was the silhouette of his side profile, straight nose, sharp jawline, and refined chin.

If he just left her on the same day they met, right after he saw the rashes on her body, or after she requested a marriage annulment, or after he received the message she passed to him through Bianca to return to his homeland without her, he would not have been worn out like this. Instead, he would have taken a peaceful rest long before in his homeland.

Joanna let out a heavy sigh at his stubbornness to make her his wife. But not long later, another sigh escaped from her lips when she realized that both of them were actually equal in regard to stubbornness, remembering how he had often called her stubborn wife.

Moving her gaze from the sleeping, exhausted man, Joanna took her pocket watch to check on the time again, as she felt fifteen more minutes had passed a lot, but they had not arrived at the inn yet.

Another sigh was heard in the carriage when Joanna found the time showed five past eight, which was fifteen minutes extra than what was predicted by Sir Clayton.

If there was no carriage of other family whose wheel stuck inside a hole on the road, which blocked their way from moving forward, they would have probably arrived in the inn as per the predicted time.

Slipping her pocket watch back in her pocket dress and carefully checking if it was settled well there so that it would not fall and go missing like her old pocket watch, Joanna then directed her eyes on the sleeping man as if she had nothing to do but watch the sleeping person, who was her only companion in the carriage, as her only entertainment at the moment.

Didn’t he feel tired sleeping like a statue in a position like that? Joanna wondered as she noticed the way he slept, where his body and his head tended to tilt to the right side, not straightly leaning against the back of the chair.

But soon Joanna realized why he slept in a position like that as she remembered the pillow she used to sleep on before consciousness struck her.

Joanna was about to let out a sigh at what was coming to her mind, but the sigh that she was going to breathe out caught in her throat when suddenly, in the minimally lit carriage, a pair of glinted eyes stared at her.

"Enough with what you are seeing, wife?" Canillas asked in a hoarse voice, and he lifted one corner of his lips as he looked at the lady, who turned frozen before his eyes, like a thief who had been caught stealing.

"Do you want me to sleep more so you can enjoy watching this handsome face in secret?" And Canillas chuckled when the stiffened lady awoke from her daze, turning away to look at only what she knew to see in the dark outside the window.

Canillas then pulled his body away from the back of the chair. A groan slipped out of his lips when he moved to roll his stiff neck and shoulders. Another groan soon followed when he stretched his numb body by twisting his waist, stretching his arms, and straightening his long legs.

That was the reason why he never chose to take a journey, especially a long one, by carriage. If he rode Thunder, he could adjust the racing speed and stop to rest when he needed to.

It did not mean that he could not ask for the Duke’s entourage to stop to rest, but he supported their agenda to arrive at their destination as early as possible. Aside from that, in his opinion, his father-in-law was like the commander on this trip, and all the decisions to rest or keep going were his.

Because Canillas could not bear the fatigue that hit his body, which had been so active since he began to join the army, he decided to open his eyes. He also had enough to hear the multiple sighs that came from the lady beside him, who had kept on writhing in her seat since she woke up.

He did not know what she was thinking about, which made her sigh like an old lady who bore a heavy burden on her shoulders. But he knew that she had been watching him sleep as he had peeked at her by slightly opening his eyes, which he was sure would not be noticed by her, especially when they were in the dim carriage. ƒreewebɳovel.com

It had also caused him to wonder if he was the one in her mind that made her sigh heavily like she did while looking at him.

Had he known what was running inside her chaotic mind about him, he might have felt completely in joy knowing she was actually willing to see him, although it was in secret.

But still, Canillas would keep the joy in his heart, finding out that his cold wife, whom he thought would never spare him a sincere, concerned look, was actually stealing a glimpse of him in his sleep.